At one time in my life I thought I was headed overseas so I thought I might need to learn how to drink coffee. My friend Anna knew just what to do. In the university cafeteria, there was this powdered hot chocolate mix, with which you could make a poor man's mocha. She said it's how she learned. She used less and less cocoa until she was drinking only coffee.
Same for me. Thanks to her, that's how I learned. And thanks to my world-traveling friends, I've gotten to sample some from all over: Jamaican, Hawaiian, Dutch, Czech, Turkish, Cuban. Most can't understand our watery brown stuff or our caffeine-for-caffeine-sake culture. for example, Canadians don't get our drive-thru coffeehouses. To them, the very point of having coffee is conversation, so coffee in your car is just lonely and American.
I think they have a point. I've spent the last few days talking big ideas over small cups of coffee and there's something about it that does get the ideas going. But I'm still American and sometimes it's all about the caffeine. In the words of Lorelai Gilmore, "Oh I cant stop drinking the coffee, I stop drinking the coffee, I stop doing the standing and walking and the words putting into sentence doing."
Oh I cant stop drinking the coffee. I stop drinking the coffee, I stop doing the standing and walking and the words putting into sentence doing. Lorelai Gilmore